[Even welcome and very much needed touch can be alarming given how rarely Nariko sleeps. She turns into that gentle concern immediately, eyes snapping open with the panic of someone used to horrible surprises. But nearly in the same second, that tension drains and she breathes out, dreamy and tired:]
Nathan?
[Another second, and the lights will all come back on in that head.]
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Nathan?
[Another second, and the lights will all come back on in that head.]